James McLain

Gold Star - 41,305 Points [is It poetry] (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

James McLain Poems

881. Wife When You Meat The Devil 4/29/2009
882. Head Less Pitted Plums 4/30/2009
883. Locked In Your Room 4/30/2009
884. Phffft~ Gala's~~~wiggling Worm, Dance 4/30/2009
885. Well' Acually, Most Humble Sir, 4/30/2009
886. Dad 4/30/2009
887. In The Woods? 5/1/2009
888. Judge, I Have Many Questions...Of But A Few..# 2 5/1/2009
889. Tourette's Life, In Their Lane 5/1/2009
890. When, The Worm, Danced No More.. 5/1/2009
891. Before I Went To Bed 5/2/2009
892. Judge, I Have Many Appologies...Of But A Few..#1 5/2/2009
893. Only The Best Restaurant Will Do....This Justice.. 5/2/2009
894. Missing 5/2/2009
895. Where Is The Bottom 5/2/2009
896. Kill Me Slow 5/3/2009
897. The Woman, Inside Out... 5/3/2009
898. We Found Her 5/3/2009
899. Honest Flirts, Live Forever...The Others Dont 5/3/2009
900. U Can Keep The Peanuts 5/3/2009
901. It Was Your Doctor Who 5/3/2009
902. You Are Evil 5/3/2009
903. She Waits, To Dust Me 5/3/2009
904. I Can'T Make You Fame 5/3/2009
905. Leave Me Some Brains 5/3/2009
906. Army Ants 5/3/2009
907. She Is More Beautiful Than Dali's, Wife 5/4/2009
908. You, Tic Tremble, My Hand To Deny 5/4/2009
909. How Much Can You, Fit On A Pin..? 5/4/2009
910. I Am Deaf To Lear 5/4/2009
911. While I Was 5/4/2009
912. I Am Easy..Love.. To Easy.. 5/4/2009
913. Mr.Johnson 5/4/2009
914. No Milk 5/4/2009
915. About The Brain 4/29/2009
916. Let Me Help You 4/30/2009
917. Sixteen 4/30/2009
918. She Said, Head Hung Down... 4/30/2009
919. Are You Really, Worth Stalking..? 4/30/2009
920. Brutal Slit In Sail 5/5/2009

Comments about James McLain

  • Carol Carter Carol Carter (2/4/2015 12:12:00 AM)

    Agree with your thoughts.

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  • Mary Angela Douglas Mary Angela Douglas (10/10/2014 1:05:00 PM)

    This poem is astonishingly beautiful conveying unseen worlds and with utmost delicacy.

    Forgive the intrusion but I have changed (not the words) but a few very minor spelling or typos type of mistakes.

    This poem is incredible and flows in and out of dreams so that you even forget the language, arcing beyond life to afterlife. It is remarkable.

    To The Blind Their Dreaming

    Before I was blind there were dreams.
    But seeing my dreams
    before I could see, depended
    on how much you could really see.

    Blind before birth,
    and what you have asked of me.
    Having my, our, hearing dreams-
    your perception
    is sound, sound that is seen;
    left more unsaid about me.

    I still see to see in my dreams
    as one
    where I'm still alive.

    What they must contain,
    the colors within.
    and sound, I can feel: taste
    and touch.

    To remember one dream
    that one special dream, I still dream
    when awake I can see,
    when my wife I first met
    and how she will look forever.

  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/6/2014 7:18:00 AM)

    excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem

  • Richard Beevor (5/8/2014 4:20:00 AM)

    excellent poem, I believed I walked those woods with you

  • Kera Ann Kera Ann (11/22/2013 11:08:00 AM)

    It's an honor that you read my work thank you so much. I hope you read more and that you like it.

  • Chris Leermakers Chris Leermakers (4/22/2013 6:38:00 PM)

    Great Poems All Round. And Thankyou For Your
    Positive Feedback On My Poetry. Cheers, Chris.

  • This Is Not A Poem (9/7/2011 10:04:00 PM)

    You are amazing. I thank you for existing. I live in a glass house and am unable to write the truth as you do. One day... :)

  • Inner Whispers (9/4/2011 7:02:00 PM)

    hmn...top 49 poet....an honor i had a chance to be read by you....salute to you!

  • Alisha Lopej (4/28/2011 1:10:00 AM)

    Nice. Reactive attachment disorder, symbolizes a severe psychological syndrome that starts developing in a child during his age of the infancy.
    http: //www.disorderscentral.com/reactive-attachment-disorder.html

  • Liyo Denorte (5/13/2010 10:35:00 AM)

    now it dawns on me,
    u have the boldness and spontaneity of Kerouac

    i salute u for that

Best Poem of James McLain

She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

She is he,
and he is She.
The two,
now lost, loves heart.
And bright,
the yellow sun.

You once we're two,
as one,
and ran around the world.
Inside both heads.

He fell inside loves fire.
And she,
his red heart pumping burned

Both fires,
burned ice cold hot.
Within Her,
light did give U.S. form.

Over shadows love,
swept out black coals.

Your smile, twin lips.
He kissed, both miss.

His face, from that.
Bright coals, still hiss.

Now alone again,
he walks into.

loving ...

Read the full of She Is Afraid, He Is Tired..

A Single Tear

Eternity made inside to grow
singular shape to know
duct of the salt rolls from
this flesh cured spectrum
emotions all do taste
you grow.

Many are the tears that
formed upon your face.

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